Cumann na Mná

[Chorus]
Ooh-ah Cumann na Mná
Ooh-ah Cumann na Mná
Ooh-ah Cumann na Mná
Ooh-ah Cumann na Mná

[Verse 1]
October twenty twenty two I took a week of work
When the Irish women's soccer team played a match in Hampden Park
Amber Barrett scored the winner, we went on the lash
When we got back home, we all went in to watch the [?] match

Rob Wooton was the anchorman that night on SkyTV
With our start midfielder, Chloe Mustaki
"We were awfully offended" he said, "by your Celtic Symphony
Might you Irish need to educate yourselves!"
Said the man from B-SkyB

I nearly choked on my hobnob I kicked the pouffe 'cross the floor
The pitbull nearly died of fright and scarpered out the door
I said three quick Hail Marys, a Lord's Prayer and a Glory Be
And I sang for Mr. Wooton the man from B-SkyB

[Chorus]
Ooh-ah Cumann na Mná
Ooh-ah Cumann na Mná
Ooh-ah Cumann na Mná
Ooh-ah Cumann na Mná

[Verse 2]
Rob old chap please understand, such symphonies were written
That lads like you might comprehend the history of Great Britain
How your boys built concentration camps in the Transvaal
And how Sir Winston Churchill starved three million people in Bengal

Genocide in Ireland, Amritsar overlooked
Conveniantly air-brushed from the history books
Elgin Marbles, bronze statues of Benin
Stolen to become trinkets for the King and Queen

The plundered jewels of India, the pilfered tons of gold
Millions of Africans, kidnapped shipped and sold
Kidnapped shipped and sold, Rob
Kidnapped shipped and sold, Rob
Millions of Africans, kidnapped shipped and sold

So when you've absorbed the history, Rob
Of that once mighty nation
Then you might be fit to preach
On Ireland's need for education

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Ooh-ah Cumann na Mná
Ooh-ah Cumann na Mná
Ooh-ah Cumann na Mná
Ooh-ah Cumann na Mná